Tag Archives: love

Wraith

Posted on November 17, 2016 by John Biscello

In a brief lighted instance, a rending flicker, he measured and recalled, a rumpled and well-worn patch of dark velvet, sun-warmed, and touching the skin of teeth to Memory, he grieved her, fashioning haunt from thin fabled air.

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Disclosure

Posted on November 13, 2016 by John Biscello

In perpetual flirtation and basking courtship with Beloved, I, warming to petition and gospel, humbly sign my name, if only to ghost an echo channeling undisclosed remains.

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Rose in Winter

Posted on November 7, 2016 by John Biscello

Inherent is this basking fragility which announces the wild rose, bending devoutly to kiss the earth, as shadow to first love, mighty in its lasting yearn and abandon.

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Bellwether

Posted on September 29, 2016 by John Biscello

Lidless, the fluent graze of dispersive light, Braille for the heart by which to envision, or, how a river of eyes, vim and bellwethered, cite Forgiveness to tow the pending divide.

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Sow

Posted on September 27, 2016 by John Biscello

Inviolate, the shallow impress of bird’s feet in snow, or, how love, in chronic yield, metes time to sow.

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Bedsores

Posted on July 31, 2016 by John Biscello

In the permanent flophouse Love reigns supreme— A tried and torn migrant ready to drop from chronic fatigue.

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Hide and Seek

Posted on July 4, 2016 by John Biscello

Ready or not, here I come. I can still hear my voice calling out, a bright echo in a jagged loop. Hide and seek was a game we used to play all the time. At … Continue reading →

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Totem

Posted on June 27, 2016 by John Biscello

Here, her mother said, pressing something into her palm. A pinch. A pinch, breaking skin, spreading blush and heat. She looked down—her palm now tattooed with a tangle of dark glyphs; a concert of spirals, curlicues … Continue reading →

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Slipknot

Posted on May 23, 2016 by John Biscello

She, falling through a slipknot cinched by Grief’s hard hands; He, minding gravity, set a course for two, at dawn’s first light.

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Minuet

Posted on May 21, 2016 by John Biscello

Almost dusk. Young unbridled lovers, hands bonded, fingers chaste in a minuet, lying on their backs in the sunspiked grass of the graveyard. The boy whispers something into the girl’s ear, the girl giggles at that something, and then silence, … Continue reading →

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